The day is so quiet
The pickup truck is still parked
When it drives over the street bump
You hear deafening sounds of tires, metals and pieces thrown in disarray as if
A house is breaking
No sirens, no cars speeding to scenes of accident
Or hurrying to help someone with medical emergency
I open a window, see a young boy riding haphazardly his bicycle, oblivious of cars driving by
I hear the birds singing,
I hear their love calls
Today is Sabbath Day
In the story of creation, 6 days are good days
The seventh day is a holy day
I see an elderly woman with her 2 dogs returning from her walk
She starts to be forgetful
But she remembers her way back home
She is so amiable in her forgetfulness
She makes any day holy.
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